Lost in Paradise

 

Lying next to a tree in despair,

A young man whose soul hovering

the skies of wonder, where doves flying with heavenly wings drawing lines of art. 

In a place where the undying live the luxury of eternity, though Men had to live in Hell everlasting. 

A haven for the lost to take shelter, to escape the realities of time. 

Drowned in the flows of his past, wandering the ruins of lost memories undying. 

A young soul takes joy in sheltering his own reality, wrapping it with both arms, like a mother fearing to lose her own child.

He who was lost shall never lose what is living.

For a soul, undying, is far to reach the limits of death, far to get lost in oblivion. 

He who was ripped off for eternity, shall live by the streams of no time.

Far away he is exiled, living under the same tree, where his eyes catching the descending of light. 

A moment of wonder does arrive at the gates of thought, followed by fountains of sorrow and redemption. 

What a peaceful moment to live such a life! Where pain has no place to live, where time never stops. 

Our souls have grown old and pale, for we shall find a paradise to live in.